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Author's Note: For those of you recieving this again, I haven't changed much, just an error on my part. Thankfully, the-dreamer4 caught it and told me about it before I could base any of the rest of the story on it. Thanks so much!

Heart's Desire

Chapter 11

-----James's Point-of-View-----

I awoke groggily to hear voices. The first one I clearly heard was Ron's.

"Even if they are dating, 'Mione would never fly if she absolutely didn't have to."

"Finally!" Ginny exclaimed. "They've been dancing around each other for a year and a half. 'Bout time they opened their eyes." Who? I wondered.

"I think we need to explain some things," Neville said. "You see, it all starts with a prophecy. Well, actually, it all starts somewhere around the Founder's time, but for the sake of time, it will start with a prophecy that hasn't been given yet, but was given a long time ago where we're from."

"Don't actively try to confuse them," Ginny said. I could hear the grin in her voice. "What he's trying to dance around is that we're actually time travelers. And Harry and Felicia aren't related. In fact, her name isn't Felicia, it's Hermione. And Harry's last name definitely isn't Granger, it's Potter." Holy. Shit. I wasn't expecting that. Apparently, neither were many others, if the amount of gasps were anything to go by. "Actually, none of us told you our real names. For example, Neville's last name is really Longbottom, mine and Ron's is really Weasley. Laura's got changed completely. Her real name is Luna Lovegood."

"But enough about that," Laura…Luna interrupted. "You are probably wondering something more along the line of why six teenagers were sent back in time. It started with a prophecy."

"Actually, it started before the Founders," Neville pointed out.

"Yes, but for sanity's sake, and because we don't know the complete lineage between Salazar Slytherin and Tom Riddle, it's starting with a prophecy," Luna stated. "It stated that there was going to be a child born that would be able to defeat Voldemort. Now, this wouldn't just be any child born between the time it was given and the time it actually happened. This child would be born at the end of July, to parents who had thrice defied Voldemort, who would mark him as his equal. There were two boys who fit, Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter. No one really knows why Voldemort decided that Harry would be more of a threat, but he did, so the Potters' went into hiding with the Fidelius charm in place. Voldemort found them anyway. He killed Lily and James before trying to kill Harry. It didn't work. The Killing curse rebounded, coming close to killing Voldemort instead. Harry was sent to live with the Dursleys, and Sirius was sent to Azkaban for they're betrayal, and for killing 12 muggles and one wizard."

"Wait," Dad interrupted. "So how did-"

Neville cut him off. "We're getting to that."

Their words passed over me. I was in shock. Sirius would never betray me. I was absolutely certain of it. As I thought on this, the story was continued. I caught words like 'three-headed dog,' 'mountain troll,' and 'Philosopher's Stone,' and a bit later words like 'Chamber of Secrets' and 'basilisk.' I didn't snap out of it at all until I heard 'escaped from Azkaban,' and even then it wasn't much

Harry was the one talking now. I was paying attention enough to have figured that out.

"Well, of course we followed it into the Shrieking Shack." Wait. Followed what? And why into the Shrieking Shack? "What we didn't know was that others were following us. Sirius transformed. We didn't believe his story. But then Remus, who was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor that year, came, and he did. Unfortunately, before he could convince us, Snape, the Potions Professor, revealed that he had heard the whole thing, he just didn't believe it. Ron, Hermione, and I stunned him, although we really tried to disarm him, just all at once. To make a long story kinda short, we found Peter, left the shack, the full moon came up, and we got attacked by Dementors. I luckily knew the Patronus charm, and was able to drive them away. However, Sirius was recaptured, and there was no evidence to actually prove him innocent, because Wormtail escaped when we got out of the tunnel. As a result, Hermione and I had to go back in time to save him."

Harry kept talking, but I again tuned him out. Sirius was innocent! Will be… Is… Never mind. Peter betrayed me instead. That, as horrible as it is to say, was much more bearable. After all, Sirius is my Best Friend. Peter is a good friend and all, but… Harry was saying something about a Triwizard tournament. How would that have any bearing on the future? Those were practically ancient history. Then, however, conversation switched to a graveyard. I still didn't actually pay attention, however, as I was trying to figure out if Peter was already a Death Eater. Deciding it wouldn't matter, as I already knew he was going to betray me, I started listening closer.

"…so we went to the Department of Mysteries. But it was a false vision," Harry was still speaking, and I didn't have to open my eyes to know there would be a far-off look in his, that he was reliving the moment. His voice said it all.

Harry wasn't the one who continued, however. When a voice was heard next, it was Luna's. "Some members of the Order came to rescue us. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione were already injured and incapable of much fighting by the time they burst in. Both sides were evenly matched, but we had what they wanted: the prophecy. Voldemort had never heard the entire thing, and he wanted to. Badly. Badly enough to lure Harry to the Department of Mysteries, then risk sending some of his best Death Eaters to capture him. They didn't get it, though. It broke on the steps in the Chamber of Death." The adults in the room gasped. What was the Chamber of Death? It didn't sound very good, for obvious reasons. "Sirius was dueling Bellatrix in the middle of the room. She hit him with a spell, and he fell through the veil." What veil? I had heard my dad and Dumbledore gasp, but apparently Mum and Madame Pomfrey were at as much of a loss as I was.

Dumbledore decided to explain. "The Chamber of Death was used for centuries for public execution before the lower level of the Ministry became the Department of Mysteries. It was in a convenient place, right next to the courtrooms. However, as that level became the home to the research of many branches of obscure magic, the Chamber fell into disuse. Eventually, it became home to various studies on death. The Veil of the Dead is one such study. It is thought to be the thinnest portal connecting our world to the afterlife. Legend states that if you get close enough, you can hear the voices of those long dead. However, those who get that close run a very real chance of falling through. No one actually knows what happens to those people, but, as they have never came back through, they are presumed dead."

Sirius was dead. Or as good as, at any rate. So was I, although I had been dead for a lot longer. Peter had betrayed us. Remus…he had been alive and fairly well during Harry's third year, although he hadn't mentioned him since. Presumably he was still alive.

"So," Harry continued. "We all trained last summer. About half way through the school year, the Dumbledore from our time told me that none of it should have happened, and he could send me back in time to fix it. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna came back with me. That is the only reason we can tell you all of this. We've already changed the future. You were supposed to die tonight, but it didn't happened." The room fell into silence. Soon, however, it became overbearing. Anxious to talk about anything other than the extremely serious topics that had just been discussed, Harry and Ginny started talking about Quidditch, while Neville and Luna began discussing a rare plant. The topics hadn't changed when the door opened about thirty minutes later.

"You're back," Harry said cheerfully.

"Barely. If I ever so much as see another broom, it will be too soon," Feli-Hermione said.

"Well, you made it," Harry said.

"I fell off. Twice," Hermione sighed. "Finally I just said to hell with it and transformed."

The conversations continued and shifted for another fifteen minutes or so.

About time you woke up," Hermione said. Who was she talking to?

"Have you finished your story yet?" Ron asked. Oh. So that was who.

"Yeah. Did you expect us to wait for you?" Ginny asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yes! That's why I fell asleep! I had to gather my thoughts for the upcoming conversation!" Ron said, faking outrage.

"Too bad, so sad," Ginny shrugged. "Is that why you get such bad grades? Because you have to sleep before you can think? If so, learn to think faster." Everyone laughed.

"Severus knows, just so you're forewarned," Hermione said as the laughter died down.

"Did you tell him?" Ron asked. Wait. Snivellus knew what?

"No. Voldemort figured out who we were while the other was talking, and decided we should be revealed," Harry shrugged. He was about to say more, but was interrupted by Luna.

"Glamours back on!" she exclaimed. "The Marauders are coming!" There was a mad dash for wands, and lots of muttering and waving as the incantations were said, putting the charms back in place. Then there were questions such as "Is my hair the right shade?" and "Did I make my eyes the right color?" A hush fell over the room as a loud crash announced their arrival.

"Gees, Wormtail, keep it down. There's no need to wake the dead," we heard Sirius exclaim jokingly.

"Sorry," Wormtail replied shakily.

"James isn't awake yet," Harry said calmly, completely freaking the Marauders out because they thought he was reading a book. "You're more than welcome to come in, though."

"We aren't going to bite; have a seat," Neville offered, cutting Madame Pomfrey off before she had a chance to tell them to get out. She glared slightly, but apparently didn't care as much as she would have liked to let on, for she didn't say anything. They gathered around, and the conversation turned to the upcoming Quidditch match.

-----Sirius's Point-of-View-----

We had been in the hospital wing maybe five minutes when Laura turned to where James was sleeping, and said, "You might as well show you're awake. I, personally am quite impressed you lasted as long as you did, given all you've heard." James opened his eyes, looking somewhat sheepish.

"Jamie! You're awake!" I exclaimed, rushing over. James smiled, although something was off. He looked almost…sad. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," he replied. I could tell that wasn't the entire truth. Just what had he heard? His eyes said, quite plainly, that we would talk later. As I was thinking about this, Harry got a strange look on his face. His expression glazed over a moment later.

"What was wrong?" Felicia asked.

"My Legilimency shield was fractured," Harry replied.

"Isn't a Legilimency shield Occlumency?" Remus asked.

"In a way," Harry replied. "It's the counter, so yes, it's like a shield charm. My Legilimency power gets quite strong at times, however, and needs to be blocked."

"If you're that powerful now, how powerful will you be after your magical inheritance?"

"I don't really know. It could be that I've already tapped into all or most of it, and nothing much will happen. Or, it could be that, while highly unlikely, I haven't tapped into any of it. It's probably closer to the first one, that I've already tapped into the actual power, although there might be a few off-the-wall talents. I know I've tapped into it at least a bit." Remus nodded as if it all made sense. Suddenly, there was a pecking sound. We glanced over at the window, and could barely make out a small raven, black as the night.

Felicia rushed over to the window, letting the obviously exhausted bird in. Harry's eyes were wide.

"Does this mean what I think it does?" Harry asked, as if expecting the raven to answer. It shrugged. My eyes widened this time. "Madame Pomfrey? May I leave for a moment? I promise I'll come back." Poor kid, thinking Madame Pomfrey would bend like that. Did that raven just snort? The raven's humanlike behavior was driven out of my mind by Madame Pomfrey's response.

"Of course, dear, just come straight back." Harry nodded. He quickly jumped off the bed, which quite impressed me, as we had heard when we came in that he had been hit in the back by a Reductor. I don't know of anyone else that could recover so quickly from such a serious injury. Harry quickly followed Madame Pomfrey through the door leading to the private rooms. I glanced over at Felicia, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Laura, but they looked every bit as confused as the rest of us.

When Harry came back, he looked completely shaken. He stared at Ron and Ginny, who nodded, although both looked positively terrified. Harry walked over to the window as if to let the raven out. Ron and Ginny followed, as if afraid Harry would collapse. However, when they got to the window, they did something quite different. They dove out. The raven glanced at Felicia and seemed to roll its eyes before following them out.

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